The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-10-21

PART II.
"My dear Glare, you are highly
amusing" and Mrs. Van Kirke threw
back her head and laughed melodi-
ously.
"But it is a fact, Mrs. Van Kirkc, l
don't believe IN this intermarriage of
relatives, and when my family insisted
upon my marriage with Cousin Grace
I firmly and positively declined, and to
save further argument, which could
only have been painful, came over
here to visit my new estates.''
And you have nothing else against
poor GraceP"
Against Gracep Why, she is one of
the dearest girls in the world, but
don't love her, and" Clare paused.
"And WHAT"
"And I do love another" And
Glare arose and paced up and down the
veranda where he and his hostess had
been sitting together.
"Oh, well, that is another thing,
Did you leave her in England. ClareP"
Glare stopped and planted himself in
front of Mrs. Van Kirke. ''Mrs. Van
Kirke, | love your ward, Elna.''
There was moment of intense 81
lence, broken only by the murmur of
the guests voices, and the music Of the
waltz as it foated softly through the
window opening out upon the veranda.
Then Mrs. Van Kirke spoke, and her
words had lost their laughing accent.
'Clare, sit down; want to tell you
story"
Clare wonderingly complied.
''Years ago there lived a rich old
man, who possessed but one child, a
daughter upon whom he lavished his
entire affection. That daughter loved
poor but honest man, and because of
her refusal to give him up her father
banished her from his home and heart,
and never looked upon her face again.
The young couple settled in New York
City, and for awhile all went well, I'M
til sickness came, and the young wife
was left widow. Her mother had
died years before, and too proud to APP
peal to her father, she managed to sup
port herself and child by needle-work.
The father died, and his will contained
no mention of her name. The entire
property was left to distant relative.
The poor woman struggled along,
starving, dying by inches, and uttering
no cry for help,
A kind-hearted, foolish old woman
discovered her when too late, took her
child, then a girl of twelve, and prom
ised the dying mother to care for it as
her own. Then came q little process
sion to Greenwood, and out there she
rests, the victim of a fathers PRIDE"
Mrs. Van Kirke paused, as some
thing like stifled sob checked her ut
terance.
"But why do you tell me this storyP
Who was this miserable old manP''
THAT miserable old man was Arthur
Stanford"
"What! my uncleP And the child,
his granddaughter" D.
SIS my ward, Elna Warnock."
Good heavens Can this be true!
And IL am the one 10 whom he left
his fortune! / am the one who for
these years have stood between her
and her rightful possessions. Oh, Mrs.
Van Kirke, what must she think of
of me. What miserable fool I am!
| never wanted the old wretch S money!
And won't have it, either! I'll-Tll
not touch penny of it! PIP
"Now, Glare, do be calm and listen
to reason. sit down, please, you
make me nervous. You can't deed
your property over to Elna, that's
quite impossible. What would society
say?"
"Confound society! I care more for
Elna's little finger than for the whole
of society,""
But she would never accept it,
Clare"
Glare groaned dismally.
I'm going home, Mrs. Van Kirke.
l must think it all over. No, l
couldn't bear to see her now. / guess
I'm rather excited. So you will ex-
cuse me, please. I-good night!'
Clare reached the hall in an unenvi-
able state of mind. The first object
thst encountered his sight as he en-
tered his apartments, was the little tin
box on the dressing case. With an
angry sweep of his hand, Glare sent
the box and contents rafting to the
floor. Hang you, and your money!
This last apostrophe was addressed to
life-size oil painting of his uncle
which hung ON the wall near at hand.
The portrait seemed to look down in a
mild reproachful way, and Clare, feel
ing rather ashamed at his outburst,
erept into bed. About the same time,
Elna Warnock was saying to Mrs Van
Kirke: "Where is Mr. Beverly?'
He was feeling rather unwen, Elna,
and has retired. Do you know, dear,
he was telling me positively this even
ing that he did not believe in the inter-
marriage of relatives. !" And Mrs.
Van Kirke pinehed her wards ear in a
mischievous manner
Elna blushed furiously.
Now, mamma, dear, you are
naughty again..
PART III.